STUNT

"Sometimes you just have to embrace the crazy."
 
These are the words that left my mouth when Mom asked me why I signed with Miami. There wasn't really a choice. I had played against Gaspar Zakrevsky in a few youth tournaments in recent years. He was a bit of a cokcy kid but always nice. When I saw that he was a member of the Miami Marauders it was only natural I go to the team and outshine him. Friends, rivals (well he thinks anyway), and a chance to be the fabled "Florida Man". What else did I need? 
 
I will admit when I signed the contract there wasn't a distinct urge to want to chew someone's face off or go car surfing. But I am sure by the time I land in Miami and get ready to take the ice for the Marauders there will be an extreme desire to be a fully fledged psychopath. My mother still doesn't understand why I wanted to play in Florida. She's always telling me to find a nice girl and settle down. Well maybe that happens in beautiful Florida. Certainly isn't going to happen in Tel-Aviv. 
 
Party in the city where the heat is on, All night, on the beach till the break of dawn, Welcome to Miami, Bienvenidos a Miami!
 

Sign me up big daddy!

Sign me up big daddy!